when i was younger, i used to wave
my hand at every airplane that i
would see in the sky, day or night,
for thinking that someone
in that plane was looking down at me,
and they could have seen me.
i also planned writing a short letter
on a piece of paper, then tying it
with the lace of a balloon,
and letting it fly away.
i am hoping that i can make
someone smile with the letter i wrote,
whoever that will find that.
i always wanted to reach people
from different sides of the world,
because they deserve to be seen
and appreciated for existing,
but i always fail.
it is impossible to see a person
a thousand feet above the land.
balloons pop, and my letters could
have landed on some water.
it’s still nonsense,
and so i realized and accepted the truth
that that silly little dream of mine,
that is to meet everybody
and tell them how amazing they are,
will never come true.
but i still have this hope
that, whoever you are, reading this page,
know how i badly want to
reach for your hands and
take you somewhere far from the city
even just for a short period of time,
because i know that
you want to let go of it all too,
and i understand why.
now that this letter has reached you,
i want you to know that
you’re beyond great.
hold still,
because i would want to
meet you at least once
in this lifetime of us.
so i wouldn’t have to wave
at the airplanes in the sky,
or tie a letter somewhere and
let the wind take it
to where you are.
i know my childhood dream is silly,
but i still want to pursue that.
YOU ARE READING
Found This Book Somewhere In The Forest
Poetry"Talk to my soul later midnight, when the moon's at its peak. That's the only way of communication that I know, because my physical lips will stutter if I told you about how I want to tear my human skin apart and go out."
